Here I am at my desk

Doing my regular work

I’m doing the best I can

Trying not to be a jerk

There’s so much work to be done

So many files to complete

So many people to please

So many deadlines to meet

Is this what I was born for?

I won’t be coming to work tomorrow

…

There is so much pressure

That it gives me a fright

I think about it at home

I think about it at night

I try to catch some sleep

But it is just no good

I do what I shouldn’t

I smile when I should

Yell and say, “I can’t take it anymore”

I won’t be coming to work tomorrow

…

I feel like a robot

Doing the same old stuff

Except that it gets harder

Except that it gets tough

For I have no motivation

I have no regards

For work that is perfectly

Suitable for retards

I should have quit this place a long time ago

I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
…

The screen’s getting blurry

The keyboard’s laughing at me

The mouse is getting squeaky

Is this where I should be?

The pen refuses to write

The fingers refuse to type

The head knows not what is right

Is this all a massive hype?

Don’t you feel sorry for my sorrow?

I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
…

I’ve got a solution

I’d quit and I’ll resign

I don’t give a damn

I won’t stay here till nine

I’d spend time with my kids

I’d spend time with my wife

I’d do all that I love

I’d go out and live my life

So I grab my boss’ collar and let him know

I won’t be coming to work tomorrow